[ Featuring Fresh Kils ]
By the dark-lit night of my dreams
Under the weight I felt the crush
I had something I was desperate to tell you
But I lost you in the rush
I tried to pretend to myself that it was okay
Look at me going about my night
Posing for ghosts and rough sketches of people
Poisoned with fear and wasting time
The years contained within a single moment
Heavy as a sledgehammer to the head
The weeping crippled who have lost their focus
Cll catatonic in their beds
What keeps their souls from slipping on
Well I don't pretend to know
Cll I got is this feeling
That takes me down and keeps me low
To waiting rooms humble and private
Waiting for what I forgot
I know one day it will come back to me
Now I'll pretend to read these magazines
I found you running around my dreams again
I swore this time that I would stay
Right by your side no matter what you did
This time I wouldn't go away
No I can't bear to think about that time
I left you crying in the streets
That was the worst thing I have ever done